How did things keep getting worse? How was this his life? It was probably Parrish luck, at it again.

"Oh," he said quietly when he realized there was...something...under the hoodie. He'd never really seen anything like that before, so he was torn between curiosity and being embarrassed.

"No one's ever seen our-" he started before the hoodie was tossed at him. He scrambled to catch it, as if it wouldn't be just fine if it landed on the ground. Maybe he should have just let it cover his face. Then no one would have seen he was blushing that way. But now-- even the tips of his ears were pink. "I have a boyfriend; I wasn't imagining anything."

Clearing his throat, he added, "So what is that you're wearing?"